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Jan 3 2016, 04:23 PM
((Okay, here it is, the first new RP post in a while. Friendly reminder for all who are new to Freeform: Just because we're in the same thread, does NOT mean we all have to be interacting at the same time. You can write in flashback, your characters can all be in different sides of the City, anything. We'll just go with the flow and roll with the punches.

Sorry about the poor grammar, like changing verb tenses every other sentence. It's been a very long time since I've written, besides a few small things here and there. Gotta get back into the hang of things.))


The smell of death has become more prominent and more frightening. It was less a warning, as it had been, of impending doom. It no longer signified a chaotic night. The smell of death has become the scent of order, of the natural way of life. Every night a riot would result in a handful dead, or two gangs would fight over a final shipment of drugs or weapons. Families and homeless alike would rip others to shreds for food.

Pulling the cowl over his head, Gregory Thomas transformed into The Shadow, a terror of the night that patrolled the streets and alleys of the poverty-stricken sections of the City, alternating his routine every few days or weeks to remain anonymous and free.

The Shadow hunted for predators. Those who would pick on the weak, on the defenseless, on the innocent and free. The Shadow hunted for survival. He scared off any who would oppose him, he hurt and kill any dangers in the area. The Shadow hunted for dominance. If any gang would get too strong in the region, he would put them on the run by burning their base, picking off new recruits, anything of the sort; always being sure to leave a message that it was he who caused it.

His fear tactics and intimidation left him with a series of contacts, and fighters, and gangs who would help him. Though, of course, none were quite friends- simply a wave of people who didn't feel like angering The Shadow. Tonight, his mind was on winning over a local powerhouse who went under the pseudonym White Fox. He recently moved into the slums after the lock-down, and brought with him his collections of Cubs, a series of agents who did his bidding for protection and pay. The Shadow got word of a Cub who was frequenting a bar down the street. If he could weasel information out of him, he could track down White Fox.

The Shadow climbed out of the factory he'd been huddling in and jumped out into the alley beside his house. Closing his eyes, he entered the darkness and zoomed down the alleyway, hearing the voices of late-night drinkers through windows as he passed, and seeing the faces of those who slept outside. At the end of the alley, where it meets a road the cuts straight through the slums, he paused and took the form of a faint ghost, hovering up by the walls. He listened in, noticing flashing lights around the corner. It seems the police had begun cracking down in this neighborhood. The past week, they've been in the center of the City, arresting loud-mouthed politicians and rearranging the local government and instituting their wave of new laws. Now, it seems, they're removing the threat of any gangs in the region.

How unfortunate, thought Shadow. I guess I'll just have to move quicker.

He left the darkness, pulling his cloak tighter over his head and keeping slouched. His invisibility was compromised, but he saw what was happening: three squad cars had surrounded the bar, Frankie's Pub, the one with the Cub informant within. Four officers were taking cover behind their vehicles, guns drawn and sirens flashing. He noticed five had gone down the sides of the building, two on the left and three on the right, while another two were up by the door.

All Shadow needed was a little darkness.
Dec 31 2015, 05:11 AM
Hey, all! So, it's been a while since there's been any activity in this neck of the woods, and I figure it's high-time to try and make another attempt. This time around I wanted to start something small and easy, just to get the ball rolling. In this forum, there's gonna be two threads. One for the introduction and character creation (this one), and one for the RP. If you want, you can start right in the roleplay before making a character, but if you'd like to prepare beforehand you're more than welcome to. This thread will feature exactly 0 moderators or game masters, or anything of the sort. I'll give warnings here and there if anyone tries to blow up the entire globe or kills off other characters in their posts, but I'm sure there won't be any incidents.

Rules (and tips):
- Don't control other player characters. You can control the environment, the past, things of that nature, but every player has complete control over his/her own character that they created. If you're going to interact, talk with the other player through private messaging or on the chatbox to make sure they're okay with whatever you're doing.
- Improv! Don't be dead-set with your idea, be open to other's ideas and feelings. The story is completely open-ended, and is NOT canon in the Heroes Vs. Villains Universe that we're all so familiar with. Try to let things go their own path, don't force anything.
- Spend plenty of time fleshing out your character, give your input for the story and steer it in a different direction, play with flashbacks and narrative devices. Think of this as a little novella that several people are co-writing.
- Most importantly, have fun! And that's about all I have to say about that.

It'll be a basic plot. We'll start with just a simple template, and build off of that as the separate characters come into action and start to meet up. Again, don't be afraid to introduce a twist, and try to interact with each other!


The Plot:
A group of super-powered individuals in the City ((Why the hell not?)) are brainwashed by an intellectual mastermind who goes by the name of "The Professor". These brainwashed supers had acquired powerful and influential positions in the local government, as leaders of gangs and businesses, and as cultural icons for the people. The group of brainwashed Supers created the name "the League", though many in the City call them "Tainted". After being brainwashed, the League put the City on lockdown, rounded up the other well-known supers to either lock them up or force a conversion, and imposed a strict martial law, with many citizens and workers too frightened to oppose them.
Our story begins a week into the lockdown. You'll take control of a single character (super-powered or not), and all characters will join up, eventually, to help take down The Professor and his League.

Character Template:

Name (and/or Alias):
Age:
Gender:
Appearance (Pic and/or Description):
Personality:
Summary of Powers:
Backstory:
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